Foster Care Narrative

Before iI was adopted I was treated like crap. I was abused and was stuck in my room all the time. I could not come out. I was miserable.I would run away because I was afraid, but end up always getting caught by the police and put back in the home. I was put in several foster care home and several group homes the foster care homes treated me like another kid on the block . the group homes were nice they provided me with a place to live and a education my mom would come visit me once a month check on me and then live tell next visit

One of the biggest experiences I have gone through in my life is my sisters and I being foster care our whole lives. Our first time being in foster care was when I our mom left us over our grandpa’s house while handling business. While being over my grandpa house we played games, laughed, talked and baked cakes. The neighbors and he all of a suddenly our grandpa got into a big fight and the neighbors called the police out and made up lies on my grandpa saying that he was being loud and invading their privacy and miss treating us. The polices was very mean we watched them beat our granddad we stood there crying and begging the police to don’t take him away. The polices took us to the police station and tried to get in contact with our mom but there was no way, so they took us to the department of family and children and said if no one shows up to get us put us in a shelter. We cried and cried because they told us they we were getting split up and would probably never see each other again and our mom. We got spilt up and I was at this weird white lady house I kept crying and crying because I didn’t understand what was going on or why were I at the lady house.

It will be 5 years this June that I have been in the Foster Care System, I can still remember walking home from school smelling the fresh breeze of air, all the sweaty kids running to their cars waiting to head home from school, or to the ice cream trucks that all had the same foul smell of cheese and takis that followed every breeze that came near. There was a black car, the one time is what we referred them to, this was something that was not out of the ordinary to see around my home. But today was different, two men wearing business suits stepped out of it and went into my home. I stayed back just to get a glimpse of what was going on. I see my mom rush out of the house and into the car, little did I know this would be the last time I would see her as a

When I was placed in the foster care system I had an ideology that getting to know people was the best way to avoid conflict and to help them and help myself. Unfortunately, this theory did not work in my first foster home for many reasons. However, when I was moved to South Central, I applied this theory and it worked. The first day I arrived to my new home I set to fix my broken drawer. I applied past knowledge to fix it. Although that was something normal for me to do, my foster parents had the relief that I would actually care about the house. Before I arrived, Milagro wanted to stop being a foster mother because she had many bad experiences. Milagro my foster mother, is able to understand my pain and solitude, because she understands what

I was sitting in a big brown chair and my dad asked me if I wanted to hold her I said yes so then my dad gave her to me and I was scared so I gave her back to my dad after 2min.

“Jess, are you ready?” Nick asked blandly. “Yeah,” I replied matching his emotion. It would be an understatement to say that the Carson kids disliked me. They weren’t ever scornful.

An event in my life that has helped shape me as a person would have to be when my family started doing foster care. When I was in 6th grade we got our first set of foster kids. Luckily enough we were able to adopt them. From then on we have had two other sets of kids who either went back to their parents or switched foster homes. Each set of kids brought wonderful new meanings to my life. Being involved in foster care has made me a more caring and compassionate person. It also taught me to more responsible and accepting of others. If my family had never started doing foster care I would have never realized how much I love helping kids, which is why I have decided to pursue a career in Child Psychology. Seeing the trauma some kids have to endure

I can determine if pony boy Curtis should stay with his brothers or go to foster care and get taken to another family to live with.I am going to give you three reasons why she should not go to foster care.

Yes Jake, I feel like some people do foster care for money. I also feel as majority of them mean good. I once thought about doing it myself but I changed my mind. I actually know someone who has been in foster care and they said they felt isolate for the whole time they was there. It is hard trying to discipline other people children, because children loves to hollered, “You are not my mother or father”. I think the foster care parent should do the new child like some of the teacher do us at school. Some teacher make you stand up and tell a little about ourselves so he or she can get to know us a little. I feel as if that would be a great idea for the parent to get all the children to introduce themselves to the new kid. It might help the

I remember when my best friend moved far away. I remember when my whole family went on a fishing trips. I remember when there was a big storm and the power went out and I was terrified.

May 16th, 2017, the day I turned 18 and my child like imagination left. It was also the day I found out why I was adopted. I knew I was adopted pretty much my whole life but I never knew why. Being adopted through the state of Florida you aren’t supposed to know anything about it until you turn 18. My parents definitely followed that rule.

When I was one year old my dad made the decision to bring our family from Mexico to The Unites States. He made the decision because he faced many economic struggles. My dad told me when he lived in Mexico he was very poor and was living day to day with the money he earned. My dad did not earn enough money to pay for college, therefore he had to quit college the second year of his electrical engineering career. Now that we live in the United States I have a better opportunity to succeed in life unlike my dad. Just a little over two years I was placed under the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA) and now I have the opportunity at a much better future. I want to make my family proud by being the first in my family to graduate from a

An event in my life that is important to me is my adoption story. I chose this specific event because it describes me as a unique individual. Never being a touchy subject, my adoption has always been looked at as a blessing. The three major events that play a significant role in my adoption would be where I was born, what orphanage I lived in, and who I was adopted by.

There is a particular pleasure within the sensation of apathy despite the word’s adoption of a negative connotation. In the light of a different scenario, it can be rather fascinating. To put it differently, I have a tendency to focus on my curiosities while disengaging from distractions. On a Monday morning of my Junior year, I discovered myself standing in the front of my new class staring at the group of four that occupied the back table. My efforts mentally explaining that the back seat is always mine were to no avail. Feeling defeated, I trekked over to the table next to the massive windows. Not to mention, this would have seemed to be the absolutely splendid choice due to the natural source of sunlight, if it weren’t for San Francisco’s bipolar weather. Either the lack of shades would burn me into

This had a large impact on a range of people with the person being impacted the most Valerie Adams. Valerie had been devastated with her result of only coming in with a silver medal at second place after the incredible amount of hard work and training that she had put in in order to achieve the results that she had been striving for. "I'm just very disappointed in myself. I just really wanted to give them more, and give it more. I trained really hard, I've been in Switzerland for such a long time. I tried. I can't say I didn't try. We won a silver medal and we have to be happy with that." This shows how hard Valerie took the results, really punishing herself and feeling not only that she had let herself down but also the country. This was a large Six months after the games Val received the news of Ostapchuk’s disqualification due to banned drug enhancement and her new position as the first place getter and gold medalist, she was overtaken with a variety of emotions. Her first instinct was shocked and stoked as she realized that she was number one and all of her hard work had really paid off. She felt proud of herself, proud to be a New Zealander and was stoked with her accomplishment of now holding up the title of being a two time champion. Once the fact that she was the winner had sunk in she was the hit with the emotion of disappointment and was upset that she had her spotlight stolen. She deserved to have the honor and over whelming feeling of happiness and be proud while she got to climb the podium in front of the 80,000 at the stadium and have the gold medal around her neck as the national anthem played, with her family watching, her supporters and the rest of the country acknowledging her great achievement. Instead Ostapchuk not only robbed Valerie of this experience, replacing it with